Sunday, 29 May 2011

Take me for a drive to the coastlinePull me to the depths of the seaLeave me in the middle of the oceanI can walk the rest of the wayBut I promise not to cry anymoreAlthough reasons beat the crap out of meEveryday when I wake upThey are waitingBut I promise not to cry anymore'Cos it's the same old plot to these thingsOh it's the same old plot to these thingsOh it's the same old plot to these thingsOh it's the same old

Our loveDon't mess with our loveOur loveIs so much strongerOur loveDon't mess with our loveOur loveIs so much strongerOur loveDon't mess with our loveOur loveIs so much strongerOur loveDon't mess with our loveOur loveIs so much strongerOur loveDon't mess with our loveOur loveIs so much stronger

Oh it's the same old plot to these thingsOh it's the same old plot to these thingsOh it's the same old plotSame old plotSame old plot to these things

Oh I promise not to cryOh I promise not to cryOh I promise not to cryAnymore

Friday, 27 May 2011

How did anybody find out where I was?How did anybody find that out?I was hiding from the world, I was a squirrel.You chopped down my tree to get my fur.

Fear of sleepFear of sleepFear of sleepFear of sleepFear of sleepFear of sleepOh Fear of sleepCan't you waitI'm not doneFear of sleepHere you comeFall asleep x3You're no fun x10

I guess everybody's week must have been pretty rough.Cause everybody is drunk, loud, and pissed off.I know you hate to be impressed with someone else (other than yourself).But you know, trying to hold back on being an asshole helps.

Fear of sleepFear of sleepFear of sleepFear of sleepWhere'd you go?Fear of sleepOoh Fear of sleepSo you knowI'm not doneHere we goHere you comeFalling asleep x3You're no fun x17

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long timeThe odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by

Day upon day of this wandering gets you downNobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town

Hovering silence from you is a giveawaySqualor and smoke's not your style"I don't like this place"We better goThen I compare notes with your older sisterI am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow

What did you learn from your time in the solitaryCell of your mind?There was noises, distractions from anything goodAnd the old prison foodColour my life with the chaos of troubleCause anything's better than posh isolationI missed the busYou were laid on your backWith the boy with the arab strapWith the boy from the arab strap

It's something to speak of the way you are feelingTo crowds there assembledDo you ever feel you have gone too far?Everyone suffers in silence a burdenThe man who drives minicabs down in Old ComptonThe Asian manWith his love hate affairWith his racist clientele

A central location for you is a must As you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts We all know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing We all know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noonUntil noon again You're the boy with the filthy laughYou're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shopComic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catchesAnd sets off the smoke alarmWhat do you make of the cool set in London?You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanksShe's a waitress and she's got styleSunday bathtime could take a while